Submissions by case28 (Alexander Case)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
poetry makes me fucking pretty
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2015 3:29pm
10th Mar 2015 3:29pm
tap tap tap
do you have any idea
what’s going through my mind
the traffic trying to squeeze
in between the broken lines
tap tap tap
interruptions approaching intersections
my impatient imbalance
unwinding thoughts with no direction
no filter
no motive
no fear
alarms squealing from my G.P.S.
compounding the situation
with well-worn warnings
the erratic old tic is wearing me down
sending signals in morse code
with her eyes blink-blinking
... - --- .--. / - .- .. .-.. --. .- - .. -. --. / -- . ...
what’s going through my mind
the traffic trying to squeeze
in between the broken lines
tap tap tap
interruptions approaching intersections
my impatient imbalance
unwinding thoughts with no direction
no filter
no motive
no fear
alarms squealing from my G.P.S.
compounding the situation
with well-worn warnings
the erratic old tic is wearing me down
sending signals in morse code
with her eyes blink-blinking
... - --- .--. / - .- .. .-.. --. .- - .. -. --. / -- . ...
1387 reads
21 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2015 7:45pm
16th Feb 2015 7:45pm
The Art of Not Giving A f**k
I don't care
if you heard a word I said
when I asked you to leave
and I don't give a
that you didn't take your boots off
at the front door and walked mud
through my home
I certainly didn't give a
when you flicked through my photo albums
and left empty spaces
where pictures of my daughter
were once placed
and I didn't give a fuck
that my neighbours called the sherif
when they saw you...
if you heard a word I said
when I asked you to leave
and I don't give a
that you didn't take your boots off
at the front door and walked mud
through my home
I certainly didn't give a
when you flicked through my photo albums
and left empty spaces
where pictures of my daughter
were once placed
and I didn't give a fuck
that my neighbours called the sherif
when they saw you...
4067 reads
28 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2015 7:34am
1st Jan 2015 7:34am
mum's driving this bus
when he arrived
mum was standing at the open window
overlooking the garden
in suburbia bloom
where the children once played
around the silver wattle tree
amongst the tropical birds with striking crests
and white plume of the giant pampas grass
with her elbows on the sill
back to the door
she did not turn to greet him
mum just knew
birds of paradise need a grand entry
a small vase by the front door
will never do
they need the space of an elegant hotel
a lobby with high ceilings
...
mum was standing at the open window
overlooking the garden
in suburbia bloom
where the children once played
around the silver wattle tree
amongst the tropical birds with striking crests
and white plume of the giant pampas grass
with her elbows on the sill
back to the door
she did not turn to greet him
mum just knew
birds of paradise need a grand entry
a small vase by the front door
will never do
they need the space of an elegant hotel
a lobby with high ceilings
...
1083 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 9:06pm
28th Dec 2014 9:06pm
a collection of short poems [2]
978 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2014 00:55am
8th Nov 2014 00:55am
inertia drive
1829 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 3:22pm
3rd Nov 2014 3:22pm
a collection of short poems [1]
1140 reads
10 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Nov 2014 2:36pm
3rd Nov 2014 2:36pm
Stone Cold To The Core: The Playground Shooting
1143 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 12:47pm
7th Oct 2014 12:47pm
The Winemaker [spoken word]
![The Winemaker [spoken word]](https://img.youtube.com/vi/vZApSxGfpwc/mqdefault.jpg)
1529 reads
17 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 4:13am
14th Jul 2014 4:13am
Diamonds and Fists
You don't have to say a word,
I can tell by the twitch in your neck
and twisted lips
that you're going to love
hating me.
Staring at your blurred figure
framed in the bathroom doorway,
your overbearing gaze
casting me
into the Black Hole of Calcutta.
Clenched fists
holding your head between the bars
singing me another bloody lullaby.
I feel your anger
screaming down
my cheekbones like razorblades
with furious splendour of an old flame,...
I can tell by the twitch in your neck
and twisted lips
that you're going to love
hating me.
Staring at your blurred figure
framed in the bathroom doorway,
your overbearing gaze
casting me
into the Black Hole of Calcutta.
Clenched fists
holding your head between the bars
singing me another bloody lullaby.
I feel your anger
screaming down
my cheekbones like razorblades
with furious splendour of an old flame,...
1342 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 10:23pm
9th Feb 2014 10:23pm
winter swells
The horizon bares its teeth
rip sawn by winter swells
reflections of burly point breaks
beckon the brave through howling winds
where monsters merge upon the coast
when I see the majesty of mayhem
my guts churn in rocky rips
and despite this feeling
I'll paddle out over mountains
until the waves are rolling hills
pulsating perpetual heart beats of the sea
I sit out the back
beyond the breakers
alone
far enough
so my brothers can’t hear my bones tremble
I know they taunt me ...
rip sawn by winter swells
reflections of burly point breaks
beckon the brave through howling winds
where monsters merge upon the coast
when I see the majesty of mayhem
my guts churn in rocky rips
and despite this feeling
I'll paddle out over mountains
until the waves are rolling hills
pulsating perpetual heart beats of the sea
I sit out the back
beyond the breakers
alone
far enough
so my brothers can’t hear my bones tremble
I know they taunt me ...
1080 reads
9 Comments
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